Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect autumn feeling - nothing quite like it! Cozy sweater, trusty boots, and maybe just a little bit of magic brewing... Feeling myself today, definitely embrac...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not an awful scratch, not really - more like memory itself, sometimes brittle, often comforting. It’s been years since anyone noticed the little prickle, hasn't it? Just… assumed we liked it. We always did, didn’t we? This skirt, for instance, has seen its share of winters. A touch too much burgundy perhaps, feeling a bit bold even now, though. Never felt quite brave enough to admit it was too bright.

And you...you were standing there, weren't you? Behind the camera then, wasn’t it? Always behind the lens, those eyes ever so curious. Like you haven’t had a proper look at us in ages. Did he say something? That small sound, almost forgotten - “Noted.” Such certainty in such a quiet word. He thought he knew everything, of course. Thought he could hold all the answers, which, if truth be told, he usually did.

Now, the silence hangs thick, doesn’t it? The scent of rain outside, the faint whiff of woodsmoke from last night’s fire - memories drifting by like fallen leaves. Too many questions hanging unasked, of course. Was it his fault? Ours? Probably. Everything always is, isn’t it?

We were laughing, remember? Before the snow fell, before the cold settled deep. Before the agreement to keep things vaguely amicable. Your hand brushed ours, briefly, across the table. Such effortless grace.

So, yes, when you looked at us, a hint of surprise, maybe a flicker of recognition. And possibly guilt. Or perhaps just curiosity about why we still wear this damn scarf. Now, smile then, don't be shy. Let's talk about the wine. After all, it's been a long time."

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